You go two years without a New Mills post and then you get two in a day !
I like to think you get the truth on this blog, dear reader. Perhaps not quite as candidly as young BRAPA, but even so. I await his Amber Valley Palma Violets post with interest.
In a nutshell, I blamed Charles for missing the train to Chapel-en-le-Frith. And it was my fault. I took the wrong turn on the millennium walkway and ended up back where we started, rather than just north of the A6015 in New Mills’s cobbled streets.
But still, we got to see Torr Mills from the best view in industrial Derbyshire.
So we had 20 minutes to kill. Just enough time to seek out a potential future GBG entry in the Masons Arms.
Grief, isn’t New Mills steep ? It’s no wonder posh people prefer Poynton.
By the time we got there my Google Maps distance calculator was telling me we had 22 minutes till the train, an 18 minute walk down the hill.
Four minutes to nip in, dither at the bar, wonder how I’d avoid the City v Spurs Champs League match for the next two hours,
and have the Silk of Amnesia again.
Two gulps for me, two for Charles, pretty good, but I couldn’t make a living ticking like that.
Chapel-en-le-Frith would be more leisurely, we said as we caught the train with 45 seconds to spare.